BIRTHDAY WEEKEND...Motorcycles, fights, and mistakes...

Thursday and Friday nights...Motorcycle class. Sitting through 3 hours of motorcycle instruction wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Thursday night I went and got a new home entertainment center for the living room. Nice black entertainment center. Wanted to set that up Thursday night and get a haircut (ya boy had been woofin for a minute), but by the time I got home I was drained mentally and tired physically. I ended up taking the day off on Friday and spending most of my day putting it together. That sucked! So by the time I was done with that and ready to get up, get out, and get something (shot out to Outkast), it was pretty close to the time for me to get to motorcycle class. I did have two things to look forward to that night though. One, there was a cookout being thrown in T's honor (quitting work and starting Physician's Assistant school...She's SMART ya'll...Watch-out!) at her former boss's house. I was going to that after motorcycle class. And after the cookout, I was going over T's house. Keep in mind, this is the day before my birthday so I'm kinda getting a lil siced (for my non-DC/PG folk, that means "pumped").

So after class I made my way to the cookout and T and I sat there for a while eating and talking/joking with her co-workers. It was cool. One of her former co-workers is completely hilarious to me. He's a cool dude, but he says the phrase "MONEY!" so much that it's just comical to me. But in general, her co-workers are genuinely cool people and a good time was had by all. After the cookout...we went back to T's house and relaxed.

Saturday, May 14, 2005...MY 25TH BDAY...What's the best way to kick off your 25th? Wake up at 6am to drive a half-hour to go hop on a motorcycle. Which, by the way, is something you haven't done since you were a helluva lot younger. So I make my way to class and we have a day of learning how to ride. It was pretty fun. Just getting the basics down was important to me and I got it pretty quickly. There were about 20 people or so in the class. Unfortunately, 2 people were asked to leave. One, because she had fallen off her bike twice and another woman didn't want to ride any faster than 2nd gear. So they both left. Aside from those two situations, the lessons went great. I was siced like sh%t young (throwback terminology) on Sunday when I finished!

So after class I am ready to head home and get ready for the cookout. I end up making it home around 2:30pm or so (keep in mind we're supposed to start at 4pm according to the evite...CPT, and I ain't talking about Compton). So Prince Kev and I scramble from 2:30pm to about 4pm to get everything ready. My mom made it by (always reliable...I love you MOM) to help out and brought some banging string beans and macaroni and tuna salad. Around 4:30pm, our first two guests arrived...(I'm leaving names off to protect the innocent)





They left early due to prior committments, but it's all good....Me, I'm running late, I actually had to leave to go get more food and then come back home and take a shower. So, being the cool people that they are, they chilled in the living room and watched TV and hung out for a minute...And they even had another friend come through...That's wassup!





By the time I get out the shower, there are more people there. Dah man was on the grill (shot out to B on the grill)





...and we had a father and son as well...We needed a flick of Rah!!!





Finally, I make it out the shower, back downstairs, and the party is officially started...LMAO!!!





More people start to come





Clarke brings some grub and her roomate...





and the party is just about ready to get cracking. The punch was in place (see punchbowl in flick above) and it was time for everybody to start having fun (in other words, drink some of that PUNCH!)...





Of course, we all know that once the drinks get the flowing, anything is possible...Including fellas going old-school with the flicks...






Finally, T comes through. I knew she was going to be late but I was anticipating her arrival. Mom kept asking, "Where's T? Where's T?" So once she finally arrived, I was happy. It was really my birthday. And not just because she came with gifts either...LOL!











See that fog? It's from the libations! Or maybe that was just my body heat going up to like 230 (hot in the a$$ huh partna)! Man I was under the in-FLU-ence!

My FAVORITE PICTURE...Datsmygirl



So the cookout is going great. People are eating, talking, drinking, and laughing. There are kids running around playing with each other. I'm having a good time. The big talk of the night was the Felix Trinidad vs. Winky Wright fight. So we had to get it! So I made the call to Comcast to get the fight. This however, was the beginning of the end of the night for me...


Last but not least, shot out to everybody who came through the cookout and showed some love. Thank you for the cards, the drinks, the smiles, the laughs, the food, the friendships. I appreciate it a lot.



More to come about me passing my motorcycle course on Sunday while enduring mental anguish and a hangover! I'm telling you guys, this was a weekend I will never forget. For reasons both good and bad! Somebody pray for me!